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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.