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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.