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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Sonics to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.