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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.