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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.