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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.