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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 June Days to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.