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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Main Source,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.