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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
EPMD,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.