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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
CMW,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.