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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.