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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.