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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.