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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.