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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.