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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.