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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.