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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.