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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.