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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.