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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.