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 United Kingdom 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.