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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.