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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.