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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Alison Limerick 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.