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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.