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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Visage,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.