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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.