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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.