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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.