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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.