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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.