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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.