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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.