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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.