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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.