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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Faust,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.