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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.