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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.