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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.