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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.