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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.