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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.