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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.