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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.