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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.