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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.