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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.