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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.