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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.