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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.