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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.