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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.