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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.