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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.