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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.