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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
UT,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.