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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Pole,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.