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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.