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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Can,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.