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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.