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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.