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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.