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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.