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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.