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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.