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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.