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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.