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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.