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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.