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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.