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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.