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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.