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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.