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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
CMW,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.