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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.