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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.