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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.