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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stooges 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.