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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The Index,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.