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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.