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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.