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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.