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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
MDC,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.