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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.