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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
cv313,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.