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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.