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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.