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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.