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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.