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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.