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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.