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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.