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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.