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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.