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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.