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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.