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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Index to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.