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 India and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.