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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Hoover,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.