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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
New Order,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.