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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.