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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.