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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.