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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.