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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.