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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.