Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.