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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.