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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Cramps,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.