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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.