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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Index,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.