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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.