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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.