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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.