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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Nas,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.