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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.