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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.