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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.