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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.