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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.