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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.