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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.