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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.