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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.