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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.