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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.