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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.