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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Warsaw to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.