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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.