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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Japan,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.