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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.