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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Organ,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.