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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.