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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.