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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.