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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
UT,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.