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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.