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 Kenya and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.