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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.