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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.