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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.