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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.