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 Turkey 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.