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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.