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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q65 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Index,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Q65,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.