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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.