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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.