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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Can,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.