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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.