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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.