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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.