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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
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Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.