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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.