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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.