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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.