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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Nico,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.