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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Can,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.