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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.