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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.