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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.