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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.