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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.