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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.