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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.