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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.