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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Can,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.