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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.