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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.