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 France 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Offenders,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.