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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.