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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.