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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.