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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.