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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
ABC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.