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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Wings,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.