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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Index,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.