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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The Saints,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.