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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.