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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Flipper,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.