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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Television,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.