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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Fear,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.