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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Niagra to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.