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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.