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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.