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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.