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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.