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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.