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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
AZ,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.