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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.