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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.