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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.