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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.