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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.