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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.