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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.