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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.