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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.