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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.