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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Hoover,
June Days,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.