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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.