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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.