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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Faust,
MC5,
The Move,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.