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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.