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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.