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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.