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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Move,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.