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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.