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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
10cc,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.