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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.