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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Section 25 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
AZ,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.