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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.