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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.