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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rapeman 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.