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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.