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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.