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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.