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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.