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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.