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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.