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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Swans,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Scion,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.