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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.