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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.