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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Brick,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.