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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.