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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.