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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 snare 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.