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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.