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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.