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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Minor Threat 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.