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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.