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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.