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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Index,
Japan,
Motorama,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Martian,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.