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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Organ,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.