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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.