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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Wire,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.