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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.