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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Index,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.