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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.