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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.