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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Suicide,
John Cale,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.