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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.