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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
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.