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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.