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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.