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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Qualms,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.