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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.