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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sonics,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.