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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
MC5,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.