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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Index,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.