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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.