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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.