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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.