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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.