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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.