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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.