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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.