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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.