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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.