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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.