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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Organ,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.