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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.