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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
cv313,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.