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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.