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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Ice-T,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.