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 Romania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.