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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.