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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.