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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.