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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.