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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.