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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.