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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Can,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.