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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.