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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.