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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Move,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.