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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.