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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.