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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.