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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.