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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.