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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.