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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.