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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.