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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.