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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.