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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.