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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.