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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.