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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.