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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.