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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.