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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.