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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Can,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.