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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.