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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.