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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
ABC,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.