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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
The Move,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.