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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.