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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Can,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.