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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.