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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
UT,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.