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 China 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
ABC,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.