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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.