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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.