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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Sparks,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.