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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.