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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.