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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.