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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.