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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Fear,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.