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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.