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 Malta 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.