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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.