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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.