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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.