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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.