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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.