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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.