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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.