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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Amazonics 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.