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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.