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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.