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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.