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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.