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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.