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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.