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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
MC5,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.