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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Visage,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.