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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.