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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
DNA,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.