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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.