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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scion,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.