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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.