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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.