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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.