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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.