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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Organ,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.