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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Darondo,
the Normal,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.