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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Brick,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.