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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.