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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.