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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.