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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
cv313,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.