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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.