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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.