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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.