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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Television to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.