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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.