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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.