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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.