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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.