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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Japan,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.