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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Wings,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.