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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.