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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.