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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Index,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.