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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.