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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Ludus,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.