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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.