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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.