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 Angola and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.