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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.