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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.