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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.