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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.