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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.