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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.