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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.