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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.