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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.