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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
UT,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.