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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.