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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.