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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.