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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.