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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.