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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.