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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.