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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.