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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.