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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.