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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.