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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Skriet,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.