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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.