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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.