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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.