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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.