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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Slave,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.