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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.