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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.