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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.