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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.