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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.