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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.