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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.