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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.