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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.