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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.