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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.