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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.