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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.