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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.