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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.