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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 June Days 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.