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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.