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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.