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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.