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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.