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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Index,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.