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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.