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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.