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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.