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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
The Cure,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.