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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.