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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.