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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.