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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Magma,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.