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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.