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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.