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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.