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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.