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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.