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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.