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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.