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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.