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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.