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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.