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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Index,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.