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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Visage,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.