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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.