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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.