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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.