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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.