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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.