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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Intrusion,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
X-102,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.