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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.