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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.