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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.