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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.