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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.