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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.