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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Visage,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.