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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Associates,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.