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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.