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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.