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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.