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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.