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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.