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 Congo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.