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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s 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 Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Ossler,
X-101,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.