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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.