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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.