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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.