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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
CMW,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.