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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.