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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
The Names,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.