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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Make Up,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.