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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.