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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.