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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.