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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.