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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.