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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.