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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.