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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.