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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.