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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.