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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.