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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Move,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.