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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.