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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.