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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
MC5,
Deakin,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.