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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.