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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.