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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.