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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.