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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.