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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.