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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.