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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Can,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.