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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.