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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.