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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.