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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.