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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.