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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
New Order,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.