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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.