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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Mars,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.