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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.