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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.