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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.