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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.