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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.