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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.