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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Television,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.