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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.