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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.