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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.