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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.