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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.