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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.