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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fluxion 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.