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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.