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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
UT,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.