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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Television,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.