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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.