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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.