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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.