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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.