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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.