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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Aswad,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.